will someone please call a surgeon?
holy shit;
its been a long weekend.
I mean, it is a long weekend, in the classic sense of the word, since we have monday off, but its also been a long weekend. Friday evening I went right home and studied SATs till I went to sleep. Woke up, met Niklas, went to school, had to wait for the train at Mitaka for like, 20 minutes, that sucked. Nonetheless, made it to school early and started. As for the actual tests, it went well, quite well. I was very very very happy with how it went, I think I did pretty good on it. That said, I'm still taking it again in November, I mean, it cant hurt.
and then: we leave school, have a few stouges, adam and I get back to roppongi. walk home and chill a bit, then go to shibuya. Segafredo for a bit, then all-you-can-eat Samrat style. after samrat yet more segafredo, then we decided it'd be a good time to go to Havana Cafe in Roppongi.
Now bear in mind that the discussion of this whole time has been the face of an impending typhoon. Typhoon number 22 (台風二十二） was the first strong typhoon to hit Tokyo directly in 20-some odd years. and it was fun. It was relatively weak compared to hurricanes in florida, but intense nonetheless.
So we get to roppongi, and walk upstairs from the subway and soon as we hit the surface me neek and mickey in unison gasp, "holy shit!"; it was POURING. I mean, wow. Not the kind of weather you want to be stuck in, much less stuck between a train station and a bar in. So we decide to make a run for it. BAD IDEA. we got fucking soaked to the Nth degree, and when we got to Havana (we were the only patrons given the weather) we had to hang up our outer shirts and jackets and socks, etc. So we sit in Havana till about seven. just before seven someone looks outside and goes "shit, that bloke hasnt got an umbrella!"; heres the thing though, he didnt need one. After all that rain and wind, it died. It was gone. Roppongi got packed and life went on.
So now we can walk around. We go to Hub, I get two Vodka-Redbulls (damn these are good), and a pint of guinness. After that we went on over to Karaoke for singing and lots and lots o' beer. Gas, more beer, meet some girls from ISSH (One dutch one aussie). Go to watch england Wales. England 2 Wales nil, oh well. Ed and I finish, walk around, grab mcdonalds, then realize everyone else has gone except for people we ont want to chill with, so we just go home. Neek had already been there, since he wasnt feeling 100% earlier. We watched Jon Stewart (England........Poland?) then slept. Slept, used here, is a relative term. To say we all-but passed out due to a lack of sleep and a large intake of alcohol would be more correct.
At 4am the cell phone alarms went off and we got up. Ed was absolutely beyond dead, so we didnt even bother really trying to get him up. Neek and I left my house to walk to Paddy Foley to watch Ireland France game, that was good fun. It was a tight match, and ended up at nil nil. Finished our beers, then walked home, Finally went to sleep at 730 about.
HOWEVER: the story does not end there.
We wake up around 1230 or so. Shuffle around for a bit, go and walk my dog. Come back, make two boxes of Macaroni and Cheese, and sit and eat and watch Mystic River. Then we shuffle around a bit more, clean up, take showers, and go and walk the dog again. Then wecome back, and Neek goes home, Ed goes to Shibuya and I stay home. Then I did my homework for a few hours, Niklas called me about 730, so I went to meet them at Sheesha. Did that for a bit, then we stood around for a good 45minutes trying to decide what to do. We ended up going to a park after buying drinks. Sat in the park a bit, got tipsy, then when everyone else went to go back to roppongi, I just walked home. I was dead tired. Then my parents got home, I helped them unload groceries, and went to sleep. That brings me to about now.
I just realized how long this entry is. Ok then, goodbye.
its been a long weekend.
I mean, it is a long weekend, in the classic sense of the word, since we have monday off, but its also been a long weekend. Friday evening I went right home and studied SATs till I went to sleep. Woke up, met Niklas, went to school, had to wait for the train at Mitaka for like, 20 minutes, that sucked. Nonetheless, made it to school early and started. As for the actual tests, it went well, quite well. I was very very very happy with how it went, I think I did pretty good on it. That said, I'm still taking it again in November, I mean, it cant hurt.
and then: we leave school, have a few stouges, adam and I get back to roppongi. walk home and chill a bit, then go to shibuya. Segafredo for a bit, then all-you-can-eat Samrat style. after samrat yet more segafredo, then we decided it'd be a good time to go to Havana Cafe in Roppongi.
Now bear in mind that the discussion of this whole time has been the face of an impending typhoon. Typhoon number 22 (台風二十二） was the first strong typhoon to hit Tokyo directly in 20-some odd years. and it was fun. It was relatively weak compared to hurricanes in florida, but intense nonetheless.
So we get to roppongi, and walk upstairs from the subway and soon as we hit the surface me neek and mickey in unison gasp, "holy shit!"; it was POURING. I mean, wow. Not the kind of weather you want to be stuck in, much less stuck between a train station and a bar in. So we decide to make a run for it. BAD IDEA. we got fucking soaked to the Nth degree, and when we got to Havana (we were the only patrons given the weather) we had to hang up our outer shirts and jackets and socks, etc. So we sit in Havana till about seven. just before seven someone looks outside and goes "shit, that bloke hasnt got an umbrella!"; heres the thing though, he didnt need one. After all that rain and wind, it died. It was gone. Roppongi got packed and life went on.
So now we can walk around. We go to Hub, I get two Vodka-Redbulls (damn these are good), and a pint of guinness. After that we went on over to Karaoke for singing and lots and lots o' beer. Gas, more beer, meet some girls from ISSH (One dutch one aussie). Go to watch england Wales. England 2 Wales nil, oh well. Ed and I finish, walk around, grab mcdonalds, then realize everyone else has gone except for people we ont want to chill with, so we just go home. Neek had already been there, since he wasnt feeling 100% earlier. We watched Jon Stewart (England........Poland?) then slept. Slept, used here, is a relative term. To say we all-but passed out due to a lack of sleep and a large intake of alcohol would be more correct.
At 4am the cell phone alarms went off and we got up. Ed was absolutely beyond dead, so we didnt even bother really trying to get him up. Neek and I left my house to walk to Paddy Foley to watch Ireland France game, that was good fun. It was a tight match, and ended up at nil nil. Finished our beers, then walked home, Finally went to sleep at 730 about.
HOWEVER: the story does not end there.
We wake up around 1230 or so. Shuffle around for a bit, go and walk my dog. Come back, make two boxes of Macaroni and Cheese, and sit and eat and watch Mystic River. Then we shuffle around a bit more, clean up, take showers, and go and walk the dog again. Then wecome back, and Neek goes home, Ed goes to Shibuya and I stay home. Then I did my homework for a few hours, Niklas called me about 730, so I went to meet them at Sheesha. Did that for a bit, then we stood around for a good 45minutes trying to decide what to do. We ended up going to a park after buying drinks. Sat in the park a bit, got tipsy, then when everyone else went to go back to roppongi, I just walked home. I was dead tired. Then my parents got home, I helped them unload groceries, and went to sleep. That brings me to about now.
I just realized how long this entry is. Ok then, goodbye.